[...ah, the mask is slipping, it's slip~ping~.

(disappointing, that he goes confident first, but that'll help it savor every bit of the break)

The tendrils around his ankles squirm, slide a little further up his legs with every second.]

Numbers give humans what they ｗａｎｔ, Shingetsu Rei.

[(and crack their minds and warp their bodies, make them bend and break in that slow, delicious human way)]

And your body is human, isn't it?